The Death of an American Community by johndamos | February 6, 2010 My county is dying. As I ride
by.... johndamos | February 6, 2010
My county is dying. As I ride to Spartan Express gas station to get my 5 gallons of gas for my pickup, I notice that the readout on the Citgo gas pump has been vandalized, and the pumps are bent and beat up. A few years ago, the Hugo Chavez-Venezuela gas station and its pumps were kept in pristine condition.
I gas up and drive to Biscuit King, a locally owned restaurant where a senior like me can buy one egg on toast and cup of decaf for $3.87. As I leave, I note the large factory that used to produce fine quality Henry Link furniture sitting empty with vines growing through its massive rusting roof. There is one old beat up pickup sitting in the parking lot behind a chain link fence…security guard. I drive past a couple of houses, and stop at a new pawn shop that has just opened on this side of town. I walked in the other day and discovered a vintage 1966 Fender Musicmaster guitar for $55.00. These things are super collectable and this one was in beautiful shape.
I leave the Pawn Shop and head to the Goodwill Store. We have a rather good situation for bargain shoppers with lots of quality used merchandise, but few people with much money to buy…so it’s a buyer’s market right now, but that will change real soon as the quality merchandise is sold off and worn out. Right now, there are lots of consumer shoppers doing the same thing I’m doing for my family…hoarding for a time when there will be no more available at a price I can afford.
I move through the furniture and appliances first, scoping out things…looking for antiques or needed or unusual high quality things I don’t have already. A couple of months ago, I found a beautiful oak and walnut Victorian table in mint condition for $20. There are quite a few beautiful, new-looking Singer and other brand sewing machines available, but my wife or nobody I know sews anymore except the Mexican immigrant ladies who grab up the good machines quickly and take them home, or send them to families in Mexico and South America.
I go to the clothing racks. Wife and daughter have given me a card with their sizes so I shop for high quality items that don’t show much wear. I recently bought two Agner purses for $5.00 for each of them and both of my ladies have closets full of brand name clothing. I’m presently looking for a Prada purse for wife because she loves the movie, “Devil Wears Prada.” Some of the rich ladies change $300 to $1000 purses and clothing as often as they go shopping, and they donate their used stuff to charities for hubby’s tax writeoffs. As I leave Goodwill, I note the Mid-State-Tile plant that is closed…overgrown lawns and rusting roofs…went to Mexico first and then on to China…once employed over 1000 workers and paid good wages and benefits.
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The chain restaurants are still flourishing where the interstate crosses, but the uptown privately owned restaurants are already closed or have scaled back until they close at 7:00 in the evening because of a lack of business. A few Mexican shops that specialize in ethnic foods or goods have opened, but these are limited. Everywhere, empty factories and buildings sit idle…factories that once kept this place alive and employed directly or contributed to the employment of at least 10,000 people in our county.
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